The Harem: Persian Suns and Magic Carpet Rides

ImageHere I am, exotic and confined
Just like a summer day held in captivity
The colors in my eyes
Can’t paint above the sorrows of this world
But in my humble stare
The blossoms bloom
With fragrant lemon trees
I travel with the wind
Towards a world
Of magic carpet rides
And Persian suns that never set
Despite the mullahs and the shahs

Inside my countenance
A thousand and one nights
The firmness of a woman’s heart
At yet so young an age
And throbbing beauty of a virgin child
With naked smiles I brush away their vanity
That’s all I have to do
Embrace myself
And let my honeyed skin drip with desire
A gentle current running down my corpse
Until I’m freed of all the pain

Let all this seeping sweetness
Wash away the sadness of our times
And as I’m tended to in private squares
The eyes of lustful men
Turn my desires into things
A vengeful sodomy darkening the day
I take no heed
The sweet embrace of rubber on my skin
Can never change the virtues of my mind
I am this woman punished, here I am
Placed on my deathbed every night
But yet I’m wreaking with my womanhood

The lemon fields will always bloom
And summer days are days of summer sun
Underneath these clear blue summer skies
What room we have to dream and have some fun

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Character: 84/100 (Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

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